Yes mom, I'd love to help at church on Sunday.
You're so kind to me and I love this family.
Hey buddy, nah those assholes are so annoying,
making me so mad, I want to tell 'em to blow me.
Good morning Pastor, lovely morning.
Your sermon was quite adoring.
Yo bro, you hear this fucking shit?!
I want to get out of here this very minute.
I am Jack, but what does that mean?
Ask about me, I'll tell you what I think you've seen.
I have no real sense of identity.
I don't know who I want to be.
I know what is right and how to survive,
but I desire a life that makes me feel alive.
The more I pray, I see God's truth and path.
I do not want to recieve His loving wrath.
Then I see my friends appear,
and I know exactly what they want to hear.
What will I do, who will I be?
I'll be whoever you want me to be.
And that's all I am.